“Yes; Chatham.”
Kay looked at her for a moment, sent the children different ways, and then looked at her again.
“You are not down-hearted, Mary?”
“No.”
“He will come out clear, depend upon it: my life upon it, it will turn out well. Oh! it will turn out a good thing,—a real good thing!”
“Everything does.”
“Ay, ay, in the end; but I mean——But come, sit you down. I am in no hurry to go out; and I will get you something after your long walk.”
“Pray do not; I do not wish it, indeed. I will help myself when I am hungry.”
As she seemed not to want him, Kay thought perhaps he had better go. Before he closed the door behind him, he saw that Mary was taking a long, deep draught of cold water.